Forget what I said (PWP - NC-17) Finn/Puck

[ms_becca]

Forget what I said
starring: Finn and Puck
rated: NC-17
disclaimer: I don't own Puck or Finn.  Or Glee.  Or anything really.
spoilers: season one
author's note: for bluejbird , because you are kind and polite and waited an obscene amount of time for this.  Merci buckets to auchic for basically being the most awesome person on the face of the earth.

 

It’s not like he has all that much to celebrate. Sure, it’s the beginning of summer, but it’s also the end of what turned out to be a craptacular year at McKinley. What with losing his best friend to Glee, knocking up Queen Bee Quinn, getting dumped over a fucking credit score, joining Glee himself, falling in love with his daughter then giving her away. The list goes on. And that doesn’t even touch on losing Regionals to that St. James jackass, or what happened with Finn.

No, it really hasn’t been the best year and despite being the best thing on the football, basketball and baseball teams, Glee Club still completely destroyed his rep. It doesn’t matter that Puck is a total sexologist – of course, he’s a damn sex expert – or that the MILFs in town have nothing but praise for his service package. Heh. Package.

None of that counts for anything. It’s the end of the year and Puck still hasn’t found a way to regain his lost badass status. Stupid Glee Club.

Not that he doesn’t like it.

But he won’t be mentioning <i>that</i> to anyone. Ever.

He sits on a lawn chair beside Santana’s pool and downs one beer after another. It tastes like ass, but whatever, he’s not drinking it because it tastes good. He just wants to forget the shitshow that’s been his life for the last year.

It’s not like anyone at this party – really lameass party – cares about him getting stupid drunk. So he just keeps drinking.

So maybe there’s something he’s rushed over in all of this epic-fail talk. That’s Finn. They’ve been friends forever and Puck refuses to let a chick – even one as awesome and innocent as baby Beth – get between them like Quinn and Rachel did. Their friendship is more important than that.

Yeah, Puck knows that he fucked up; sleeping with Q had been a mistake, same with not suiting up for the occasion. But something wonderful and beautiful had come out of it. Somehow, through some superhuman miracle thing, he and Finn had regained something of the friendship they’d lost. 

In fact, Finn promised to make an appearance at this party. 

Puck’s strangely uninterested in the barely covered tits of the not-so-hot chicks in the pool, as he swallows down another pull of the bottle. He’s almost anxious or some shit – like he’s got this weird clenching going on in his stomach and he feels just a little bit sick – because it’s already 11 and Finn isn’t there. And the douche totally promised.

Just as Puck begins to plan how he’s going to exact revenge upon Finn for breaking the bro-code rule number 1 – don’t leave your bro hanging – Finn shows up, stumbling through the door like an asshole.  

Puck watches him stop in the kitchen, pouring himself or maybe Santana a drink while talking to her and some other Cheerio – he never got her name, just her bra size – while he’s standing out in the fucking cold. That just ain’t kosher.

Puck stands up and walks over to the house because –

Well, he’s not really sure why he wants to walk over there. Aside from the fact that Finn is his best friend and maybe the only person who doesn’t treat him like a leper or something. 

Puck’s hot and everything, but chicks have barely given him the time of day since he knocked up Fabray.  Finn’s been his everything, really.

So it’s no surprise that Finn is the first person to acknowledge him aside from Santana and Brittany. 

“What’s up?” Puck nods at Finn as he rifles through the fridge for another beer, and decides as the cool air rushes up at him, that he’ll grab one for Finn while he’s at it.

“Nothing much.” Finn says as Puck passes him the beer and they pop the tops in tandem. 

They sit there drinking for a while, not really talking about much. That doesn’t really matter to them. They’re bros. Their relationship goes beyond all that. And yeah, okay there was that one time where their relationship really did go beyond all that shit. They’d been so high, so it hadn’t really counted. 

It never really counts.

He finishes the bottle, then gets another one from the fridge, but by the time he turns back that stupid Cheerio has stolen Finn’s attention. Well, it’s not like he and Finn are dating or anything, so it’s no big deal. Puck just keeps drinking and sitting surly in the corner of the room.

He’s gone through at least six beer in the last two hours and yeah, he’s feeling it. In fact, when he stands up the room starts to spin a little bit. Which is normally a pretty good sign that he should head towards the bathroom.

There’s a seriously long line up at the main floor washroom, but Puck knows all the nooks and crannies of the Lopez household. He doesn’t really think that Santana will mind if he goes upstairs to use her bathroom, as long as he doesn’t blow chunks all over the place.

That’s totally not part of his plan, anyway.

He stumbles up the stairs, his feet catching on something. It’s not the alcohol, it’s the damn steps. They’re like different from the last time he was on them. Maybe the Lopez’s changed the carpet or something.

He balances a little bit on his hands, pushing himself up the final steps and down the hall to the bathroom.

He manages to make it mostly to the toilet.

Maybe he hits the floor a little bit. And maybe he misspells his name in the toilet bowl a few times. It’s not his fault that he’s having fine motor issues. It certainly isn’t his cock’s problem.

He tucks himself back into his pants, leaning forward suddenly (on a bit of a drunken tilt) with one hand on the wall and one hand on the handle.

He washes his hands with the fancy bar of soap that Santana has on the ledge of her sink. It probably smells like raspberries or something equally not manly, but he doesn’t really care. Puck is totally awesome enough to overcome that little setback.

As he quickly wipes his hands off on his jeans he looks as the wobbling reflection in the mirror. The ‘hawk is back in full force, he can see the outline of his nipple ring under his shirt and it’s totally fucking sexy. He’s a sex machine. He can have any girl at this party he wants. He braces both hands on the counter top before pressing a kiss on his reflection in the mirror. Yeah, Puck would totally do himself.

It’s totally natural, he thinks as he stumbles out the door. 

Finn is waiting for him there, like it’s a fantasy or something. A daydream he had in English class once which ended with the press of wood desk on his stomach and the weight of Finn forcing his legs apart wider and wider.

But this is real life, or it’s supposed to be. Unless he’s passed out on the bathroom floor, in which case, this is a dream and he can do whatever the fuck he wants to his best friend with no consequence.

“Dude, are you okay?” Finn asks with this totally stupid half constipated look on his face.

Puck just tries on what he thinks is a sexy smile and puts his hands on Finn’s hips. Most of the time Finn is awkward as hell with it comes to any kind of movement, but when they push their bodies together like this – God – it’s sweet. He can feel the outline of Finn’s cock against his jeans and the pressure is intense. He slides a knee between Finn’s legs pressing their bodies closer together. He curves his hip rubbing their dicks together through their pants, leaning forward so that his breath can release in pants along Finn’s neck.

He slides forward, curling his hips again, slowly, his nose trailing along Finn’s neck, slightly damp with sweat or pool water, Puck doesn’t actually know which. Still, Finn smells a little bit like cheap cologne  and the only thing Puck can think about aside from the slow swivel of his hips is how it would taste; that bitter alcohol base, the slight bite to it, and then the tangy flavour of Finn’s skin.

“Puck?” Finn’s voice breaks through the haze. 

“What?” He whispers at the point where Finn’s neck meets his shoulder, the muscles bunching there as Finn swallows hard when Puck’s hips slide forward hard and back roughly.

“You said that we weren’t going to – God!” Puck licks a long line from Finn’s shoulder to ear, and smiles to himself when Finn’s entire body shudders under him.

“Forget what I said,” he says, his body finding a rhythm of pressure so perfect. Finn is so hard against him and it’s not enough. He’s not close enough. He wants –

Well, he’s not really sure what he wants, but he knows that he needs to come.

And like Finn can read his mind, his hands grab either side of Puck’s face, pulling their lips together, Puck’s body tightens and jerks, but there’s nothing he can do to stop himself from coming in his pants like a twelve year old boy who just saw his first Hustler.

It’s sticky and damp as he gasps into Finn’s mouth, Finn’s tongue running rough and wet against his own. His body shakes, then goes soft. His muscles relax and his brain goes just a little bit more fuzzy.

He drags his hands to the front of Finn’s pants, undoing the button and pulling at the fly until they’re spread open. Only then does he break his mouth away from Finn’s and drops down, somewhat awkwardly, to his knees.

It’s not like they’ve never done this before. But they’ve certainly never done it in a hallway before, where anyone could see them. 

“Just makes it hotter,” he says aloud.

“What did you –“ Puck palms Finn’s cock gently and Finn groans, obviously forgetting however he was going to end that sentence.

Puck rubs the head against his lips, gripping firmly at the base, before opening his mouth and sucking hard on just the tip. Finn’s hips jut forward and Puck is momentarily thrown off his game and lets Finn loose. He places on hand on Finn’s hip, pushing him firmly into the wall, fingers bruising through the fabric making sure that there are no future choking hazards. Then he takes Finn back into his mouth again, swirling his tongue around, tasting the bitter and salty flavour of Finn’s skin.

His palm is sweaty, and slides easily along the part of Finn’s cock that won’t fit inside his mouth. It’s weird because it’s almost like sucking himself off would be. Puck’s actually heard that there are guys who can do that. And yeah, maybe he’s seen a clip or two on wiki or whatever. That shit is insane. But from the sounds Finn makes it probably wouldn’t be half as awesome as having someone else do it for you.

Puck twists his hand sharply and Finn thrusts up into his mouth again, banging his head against the wall loudly. Puck inhales through his nose deeply before swallowing down as much of Finn’s cock as he can.

“Fuck, I - I’m – “

Puck hums his approval as Finn spasms and comes in his mouth. Puck swallows it down. Really the taste is no worse than that cheap beer he was drinking downstairs, and this leaves him with a satisfied post-O feeling, so that definitely in the win column.

He pulls his mouth off Finn slowly, cleaning with his tongue until he’s able to press a closed mouth kiss on the tip and carefully tuck Finn back into his boxers. 

“Dude,” Puck stands up carefully pressing back onto his feet. He thinks it should be a really smooth move, but it feels off. His brain feels fuzzy. And not in the good happy way anymore. “Do you think you can give me a ride home?”

Finn’s hands pause on his zipper, and he looks up at Puck. Puck swallows hard, because there’s something there in Finn’s eyes that he can’t understand or explain right now. It’s making his body uncomfortably warm, his palms sweaty.

He hears the scrape of the zipper as Finn pulls it closed. It echoes through his head in the awkward post-sex silence. 

“Sure,” is all Finn says as he smoothes down his shirt and starts down the stairs.

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When Puck finally stumbles into his house, his hand is sticky. He can see Finn from the door, sitting in the driver’s seat with a satisfied smile on his face.

 

Comments

[bluejbird.livejournal.com]

Good lord that's hot. I love how you write Puck's drunkenness, like everything is slightly off kilter.

Also this part was just fantastic and I approve of Puck's daydreams so hard:

Finn is waiting for him there, like it’s a fantasy or something. A daydream he had in English class once which ended with the press of wood desk on his stomach and the weight of Finn forcing his legs apart wider and wider.

Basically, never stop writing these boys, please.

♥♥♥♥♥ Thank you so much for writing this!

[becca-radcgg.livejournal.com]

I use my own recent drunken experiences to draw from. :)

I approve of Puck's day dreaming as well.

:D

I'm so glad that you liked it, bb. That's what matters. *hugs you tight*

[shizam-i-am.livejournal.com]

omg so hot. i love your puck voice. thanks for sharing!

[becca-radcgg.livejournal.com]

I'm so pleased that you liked it! :D

These boys are definitely love. No doubt about that.